Summary:
A small drabble how Erik's wife first saw what Erik is hiding
behind his mask.Rating:
GGenre:
GeneralCharacters:
Erik/Phantom and ChristineWarnings:
noneDisclaimer:
I do not own the Phantom of the opera nor do I know the actor
portraying them. I am merrily a fan who likes to write about them.
Author's
note:
This is suppose to be for a larger story but I couldn't help but
post it.Chapters:
1Words:
1.863Status:
Complete

The
men pushed him into the stables, making him fall to the ground. They
had bound his hand behind his back and his legs were bound together.
He struggle to get up on his knees, when he was successful he
desperately looked around counting how many men that were surrounding
him. He counted 2, yet heard more. He felt relieve when he did not
see or hear anything of his wife, at
least she'd save,
he thought but that thought was broken when he heard one of his
captors talk to the other.

"Let's
bring in the wife!" he yelled, letting the ones in the other
room know of his plan.

"Here
she is," Erik heard one of their captors saying.

Erik
looked up to find his wife struggling against her captors. Two large
men were holding her as she fought with all her might. If he knew she
wasn't in pain it would have brought a smile to his face, his
little Christine was a small woman but she was also very strong.

"Set
her in front of him, I want her to see what he really is…"
obviously the man that had spoken is the leader. By his order
Christine was placed on her knees in front of Erik.

Erik's
eyes met Christine and was relieved when she gave him a nod, silently
letting him know that she was alright. He did the same, letting her
know he was alright as well.

"You
sure know how to pick them, Erik," the leader spat, looking
Christine up and down. "My, you are very beautiful, my dear,"
he said as he caressed her face.

Christine
pulled away from the caress, sending daggers with her eyes at the man
who dared touch her.

Christine
certainly didn't like the fact that he called her 'my dear' it
sounded disgusting. "Because, Monsieur, I know what's under
his mask…"

Erik
was a little worried, had
she seen under his mask?
he thought. She
just said she didn't?

"Tell
me, my dear, what's under his mask," surprise sounded in his
voice. He thought this woman had never seen under the mask, then how
could she know?

"Why,
monsieur, that would be my husband," she simply replied.

Erik
looked at her in wonder; she
really didn't care what was under the mask?

The
leader laughed. "Let me show you what's under the mask,"
he said and ripped the mask of Erik's face.

Christine
closed her eyes the minute he said that. Not wanting to betray her
husband's trust in her.

Was
he that ugly that she didn't even dare to look at him? he
wondered.

"Why,
Madam, are you not looking?" the leader asked annoyed. He wanted
that little whore to know what she was married too.

"I
will not betray my husband's trust," she hissed at him.

Erik
smiled, on their marriage she had promised him that she would not ask
about the mask or try to look under it until he showed her. She was
honouring her promise.

"You
will look and see what you married," he snapped at her and hit
her across the cheek. But still she did not open her eyes. Again she
was hit, this time in her stomach but she held her ground; her eyes
stayed closed.

Erik
couldn't see this; he did not want her to get hurt because of him.
"Christine, it's alright," he whispered. He had not
wanted to show her his face, ever, simply because he feared her
rejection. In the six months that they had been married he had became
to love her so much that he feared his life without her.

Christine
had heard him, but did not open her eyes. She was hit against her
cheek and tasted the metal taste of blood in her mouth.

Christine
heard Erik's moan, "no," she cried. Yet she did not open
her eyes.

Again
Erik was hit and this time Christine opened her eyes. Erik was
sitting in front of her on his knees, blood trailed down his mouth
and over his flawless cheek. She took in his right side of his face,
indeed it wasn't the most beautiful picture; his eye was sunken,
the right side of his nose disappeared into his face, some of the
veins were exposed and she could see the blood pulsing through it.
Yet she did not find it ugly or hideous.

Erik
looked at Christine, defeated. He saw her take in his appearance and
knew any time now she'd turn from him. Yet, he saw a curious look
in her eyes which changed into a smile. He was not prepared for a
smile and stared at her in wonder.

Christine
smiled, realising the man behind the mask was still her husband. She
flew to him; her captor's released her in their surprise. She
cupped his face in her hands and then kissed him passionately. Her
mouth left his only because someone flung her away from him.

"You
whore!" the leader was outrages, how could she still kiss
this…this… monster?! "You're nothing but a whore of a
monster," he spat at her.

"The
only monster in this room, Monsieur, is you," she bit back.
Again
she was hit across the cheek.

"How
dare you!" he yelled and kicked her. He was about to say more
but suddenly his was pinned to the ground.

Erik
became enraged when Christine was flung away from him. How
dare they touch her?
His mind screamed. He found the strength to rip the rope apart that
bound his hands and then released the rope around his legs. He saw
the leader kick Christine and he flung himself at him, pinning their
captor to the ground. "Never touch her again," he growled
at him and hit him so hard he lost consciousness. He took one glance
at Christine and saw she was alright, for now. Then he took care of
the other three whom he as well brought the unconsciousness.

When
their captors were defeated he rushed back to Christine's side.
"Christine…" he whispered, gently rolling her over into
his lap.

Christine
held her gaze to the ground; she felt she had betrayed Erik by
looking at his face. He had said it was okay, but she had seen he did
not like it. "I'm sorry, Erik…" she mumbled.

"Oh,
Christine," he whispered lifting her head to look at him. "I
love you," he whispered once their eyes met. He did not know
what else to say, but apparently is was the right thing because she
smiled. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss in her lips. "Come,
let's treat those wounds," he had noticed several bruises on
her body and even more wounds. He did not want her to lay in the dust
when he had a queen-sized bed waiting for her.

Christine
nodded and once he lifted her off the ground, he carried her to the
mansion. Right that moment she knew everything was going to be
alright. As long as they had each other…

The
End25 February 2007

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